Greetings from Buenos Aires, Argentina! I wrote the majority of this all from my apartment in Palermo Hollywood, a subsection of Palermo and one of the 48 neighborhoods that make up Buenos Aires, the center of the sprawling metropolitan area that over 15 million people call home.

Outside of my apartment complex in Palermo Hollywood
Why Loewenstern and Argentina? Growing up in the Rio Grande Valley of Texas at the crossroads between the United States and Mexico, both the Spanish language and Mexican culture have been major aspects of my life for as long as I can remember.

My hometown of McAllen, Texas in the Rio Grande Valley
With majors in Spanish and Portuguese and Latin American and Latinx Studies at Rice, I eventually came to realize the consistently dominant nature of Mexican culture in my life may be limiting a more holistic understanding of both Latin American culture and the Spanish-language as a whole. Despite my countless trips to Monterrey for Rayados games and hiking or the occasional trip to Mexico City or beyond, I felt that one piece of my puzzle was lacking: South America and Central America. Argentina represented the perfect opportunity to complete this personal puzzle. With 11 weeks under my belt, I can confidently say that this is undoubtedly true.
Pre-Argentina Concerns and Expectations After spending 7 weeks at the University of Navarra in Pamplona, Navarra, Spain last summer, my sole concern leading up to my 11 weeks in Argentina was the “learning curve” that adjusting to a new dialect requires, both in terms of its new vocabulary and unique accent. In Spain, this required relearning words such as “juice” as “zumo” rather than “jugo,” for example. With the experience provided by a handful of close Argentine friends I grew up with, I knew Buenos Aires’ “Porteño” Spanish would be a different beast, from its use of local slang to its almost unbelievable speed. Despite my realistic expectations, my first week in-person at Enseñá por Argentina (ExA) featured lots of internal confusion and, at times, panic.

The main office area at Enseñá por Argentina in downtown Buenos Aires
Taking on Porteño Spanish This confusion, despite processing the words themselves, stemmed directly from my lack of local vocabulary as a non-native speaker. From this first week forward, I decided to start and maintain a list of words that would ensure I could speak like a “Porteño.” Here are a couple words from my now expanded list:
Yankee = Someone/something from the U.S.
Capo = Legend/pro
Re = Very
Tipo = Guy
Mina = Girl
Boliche = Bar/club
Joda = Party
With this ever-expanding list of local vocabulary combined my unintentional adoption of the “vos” conjugation and the “Porteño” accent, from the “sh” sound produced by “ll” to its distinct melodic “sing-song” rhythm, my last couple of weeks have been filled with plenty of instances of being mistaken as a local. Looking forward toward my return to McAllen and Texas in general, I am truly bracing myself to converse in Spanish once again, a result of the ongoing Mexican-Argentine feud (an intense rivalry I only truly came to recognize over the course of my time in Buenos Aires) that will undoubtedly lead to lots of accent-related grief from my friends.
Day in the Life of a Palermo Hollywood Resident As a resident of Palermo Hollywood in the western portion of Buenos Aires, my commute to the centro occupied a large portion of each work day. Each day started with a 5 minute walk to the Ministro Carranza station, situated along the Línea D of Buenos Aires’ cleverly named Subte (short for “subterránea” in Spanish or “underground” in English). Arévalo, my charming home street, was always bustling in the morning, with plenty of dog walkers and fellow commuters walking alongside me or streaming in or out of the 5 cafes that line the 2.5 block stretch from my apartment to the Subte. 10 stops and 20 minutes then awaited me on my Subte journey that ended at the “9 de Julio” station. After pouring out of the relentlessly packed Subte car, a 3 minute walk at the blistering pace of my fellow commuters brought me past the towering Obelisco and the vigorously waving Argentine flag to the Enseñá por Argentina office.

Me enjoying the view from my apartment’s balcony

View of the Buenos Aires Subte “Linea D”
At the ExA office, my day started with finding a spot at Enseñá’s massive “round table”, their coworking space that was capable of fitting nearly the entire 20+ employee team. My next step was always to search for a helpful caffeinated boost, whether that was Enseñá’s ground espresso machine or an infamous Argentine mate. Mate, a ground raw herb enjoyed communally in a specialized wooden/gourd cup (a mate) with an intricate silver/stainless steel straw (a bombilla), was often a highlight of my day at Enseñá, serving not only as a source of energy but also a fantastic community-building tool. At least 2 mates were making their way around the Enseñá office at all times. As I became accustomed to its distinctive bitter taste, I even bought my own mate to enjoy at home. Fueled and ready to go, my Enseñá work day typically consisted of short meetings in the mornings and early afternoons to review completed projects or receive new ones. Without fail, the arrival of 1:00 PM meant a group trip to Confitería Caris, our local favorite spot for to-go lunches, from milanesa to quiches of every kind, which the entire team enjoyed back at the office. With plenty of energy for the rest of the afternoon, we continued working until 6:00 PM, which marked the end of our 9-hour work day and the start of my 10-stop journey along Linea D back home to eat and decompress with anticipation for the start of a new day.

Group photo the Enseñá por Argentina team and Programa de Liderazgo Colectivo (PLC) fellows

My first self-prepared mate
Running: The Best Way to Explore Buenos Aires Such in-person work days, largely Tuesdays and Thursdays, were often far different than Enseñá’s virtual reality of Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. Each virtual day provided welcome diversity in my working life: mornings spent completing and revising previously assigned projects and more-than-often free afternoons I took advantage of to explore the city. Over time, with my realization of the visual experience lost underground on the Subte and the less efficient, slower nature of walking, I came to adopt running as my favorite way of exploring a city as massive as Buenos Aires during these afternoons.

View of my favorite street in Buenos Aires: Avenida del Libertador

View of the Floralis Generica in the Parque Naciones Unidas in Buenos Aires’ Recoleta neighborhood

View in Palermo’s Jardín Botánico Carlos Thays
“Pilgrimage” to La Bombonera Perhaps the single most memorable experience was my attendance of a Boca Juniors (Argentina’s most well-known and accomplished professional soccer team, in my opinion) match at La Bombonera, their iconic stadium in the Buenos Aires neighborhood of La Boca. Despite my sworn allegiance to the Rayados de Monterrey (Club de Fútbol Monterrey) of Mexico, the opportunity to attend a match at La Bombonera was an opportunity no real football fan could ever pass up. From countless Copa Libertadores matches to Maradona’s goals, La Bombonera is arguably “football heaven.” Despite Boca’s 1-1 tie with Union Santa Fe, La Bombonera, from the fans’ relentless chants to constant jumping, did not disappoint for an instant.

Kick-off at La Bombonera

Boca Juniors’ dedicated “hinchada”

Pre-match ceremony at La Bombonera
Classroom Observations: The Best of ExA As I consider my work life with ExA, nothing was as rewarding and exciting of each of the observations I had the privilege of participating in. ExA’s main program, the Programa de Liderazgo Collectivo (Collective Leadership Program) consists of over 70 fellows, or teachers-in-training, who complete a 2-year fellowship with 20 weekly hours of in-person instruction within Buenos Aires’ jornada extendida program (extended school day program consisting of the reinforcement of classroom instruction outside of the classroom in community centers and beyond). With ExA, my favorite role was undoubtedly supporting different tutoras (tutors) in their observation and evaluation of different fellows using my own educational experience as a Program Assistant for the Project for the Advancement and Immersion of Refugees (PAIR) within Houston ISD (HISD), an opportunity I had on three separate occasions in the neighborhoods of Villa Urquiza and Boedo within the Ciudad Autónoma de Buenos Aires (CABA).

Talking with students during a site visit to RiverDAR (Club Atlético River Plate’s school for academy players)
My Experience as an Honorary Tucumano Above all, nothing had a greater impact on my entire experience than the local friendships I formed over my nearly three months in Buenos Aires. As my mom told me in the weeks leading up to my departure to Buenos Aires, “there is nothing better than having contacts in a new city.” This couldn’t have been any truer. One of my childhood and current best friends, Nate, whose parents are from San Miguel de Tucumán in northwest Argentina, put me in contact with his cousins and friends from Tucumán upon my arrival. From my second week in Buenos Aires onwards, Mariano, Gonzalo, and Matias, my newest friends, invited me to absolutely everything and anything they did together, from errands to dinners and parties. I made it my mission to never turn them down. As I reflect on my time in Buenos Aires, this was the best decision I could have made: it allowed me to locally immerse myself to an extent I never foresaw. From local parrillas to neighborhoods and parks I would have never found on my own, I was able to witness the local side of Buenos Aires that I would have otherwise never known to exist. Moreover, I made lasting friends with whom I am still in contact with and plan to visit in the years to come. To Nate, Mariano, Gonzalo, Matias, and their friends, I am forever thankful.

With many of my closest friends from Argentina (And my older brother on the far left)